Ah, early morning. The sun is just peeking over the horizon, the air is cool. The sound of doves and some other noisy chirper fills the air. A cup of hot coffee in hand and a quick check of the news sets up the day for a walk while the shadows are still long and the sprinklers are churring. Good morning!
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Outside, the birds sing me awake,
before the sun taps my shoulder with its rays.
There is mist, gray, formless, that hovers over green,
gardens still at rest after the heat of mid-July.
In early morning, anything seems possible,
that it will not be too hot, too dry, too humid, too summer.
Bergamot sends its spicy aroma into the ether,
mixed with the sharp scent of earth, mold, and ripe tomatoes.
I stretch, smile, take off my slippers
and walk barefoot through the soft damp promise
of 6 a.m.